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Age of Power

The setting: The year is 3274 and planet Earth is filled with humans and anthros alike. The planet has gone through an electronical apocalypse. After a meteor the size of a foot ball field impacted in North Dakota and set off a powerful magnetic pulse, electronics went hay-wire. Even the simplest of electronics literally grew minds of their own. Watches launched their hands out and stuck into people, empty cars rammed into pedestrians and cars that had people in them. The already intelligent military super computers launched nukes on their own accord. The human race was forced to move under ground. After many years, the humans developed a steam punk way of life. Vehicles, both military and civilian ran on steam. Robotic suits capable of stopping a charging dump truck were developed, and after 36 years of exile, they went back to the surface, ready to take back what was theirs and to learn about the world that the machines have created. The machines have no defined leader, but do attack in groups on some occasions. If near a larger, seemingly more intelligent machine, they will star a process of "machine see, machine do." It is unclear as to how the electronics know where things are.

You will be playing as a soldier in the war, whether it is a sniper, steam suit (basically a giant robot suit powered by steam) wearer, steam tank driver or just a plain old soldier it doesn’t matter. I will be the acting as the leader of the Organic Locatio (Organic Entente in English), or the OL for short, as well as my own character. You will be starting at Fort Homeland, the first fort between the over and under worlds.
The story will be played out on a chapter/mission styled basis. If you miss 1-2 missions/chapters, you will be warned. If you miss a third, you will be booted (depending on how long the chapters/missions are.)

Soldier - Self explanatory
sniper - self explanatory
Custos 3600 Artillery operator - You drive and fire the cannon on a modified steam tank that fires napalm rounds and regular shells up to 8 miles
Steam suit operator - You control a big, steam powered metal suit that has cuncussion rifles on the arms and is moved by a series of levers and switches in the cockpit.
Steam tank driver/gun operator - you drive or fire the primary weapon of the steam tank, which does use tracks and can go as fast as 50 MPH and fires standard explosive shells.
General - You get to choose what type of units you control and what they do. You can have an all NPC squad, or a fellow RPer in their midst if they are of the correct position themselves.


SU (if you don't already have a character)
Name:
Age:
Race: Human or Anthro?
Gender:
Position: One of the positions above
Personality:
Appearance:
History:
Weapons: Remember, nothing elctrical
Other:

My SU:
Name: Archur Fitliano
Age: 15
Gender: male
Position: Steam tank driver
Personality: Archur is shy, sneaky, but overall friendly. He keeps to himself and is a good strategist.
Appearance: Archur stands at 6’0” and is skinny. He has brown hair and icy blue eyes. He always wears a black, zipper hoodie and blue jeans.
History: Before: Archur hadn’t lived very long before the machines came to life. He didn’t really understand what was happening, but everyone was scared, and so was he. His family lived in the remnants of a five star hotel with three other families for about a month before word got to them about an under ground city in a large cave nearby in which an entire suburban housing district had already been constructed. Archurs family lived in the somewhat upper class district. Archurs’ parents told him about the machine uprising when he was twelve and when the time came for the humans to fight back, Archur gladly signed up for the armor division, something his dad had helped to develop.
Weapons: M4 Carbine Sopmod assault rifle with a grenade launcher and a fully automatic CZ75 pistol
Other: N/A

Important People
William Davis (human) - Leader of the OL
Nina Stanton (tiger anthro) - Home front nurse
Tyler Stanton (Panther anthro) - Head field doctor
Micheal Shystell (Jackal anthro) - Armor division scientist
Landon Grove (human) - Squad captain
Jackson Ellis (human) - Steam suit squad captain

Over world - The surface of the Earth. Barely intact. Machines roam freely and mindlessly through out, attacking any thing that is living and moves on sight. Every once and a while, groups of vehicles can be seen traveling in packs or being destroyed by larger vehicles.
Hostile unit names:
car - collectively called "Fords," no matter what it actually is
Bus - London
Anything related to construction - Claw
Anything military related - Uncle Sams
Anything that can fly - MIG's, collectively
Anything that was previously a house hold device - Homers
If it is conjoined, like a fighter jet, it would be "Uncle Sam MIG's"

Under world - This refers to any under ground city were humans and anthros live. Factories, homes, office buildings, shops and everything from beaches to parks have been constructed. The cities are lit by massive towers lit with bonfires at regular intervals as well as torches. The way out is one long tunnel with one tunnel on either side leading to the forts that are hidden within the walls.

Forts (in order from closest to the over world):
Fort Homeland - The first fort to the under world, last fort out of it.
Fort Marquis - Where most of the armor is located
Fort Night Runner - The main armory
Fort Empire - Where soldiers typically stay and are trained

Name: Luna Nanada
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Position: Sniper
Personality:Queit, monotone, anit- social, keeps to self
Appearance:Complexion: Pale
Hair: Silvery white
Eyes: Blood red
Body Type: Thin, strong
History:When Luna was a child she would be teased or feared because of her hiar and eye color. When the people that took care of Luna and her brother when they were sent to live on the planet Eath so they could live without having to deal with war, her faith and hope started to disapper before her. Then her brother Ye died two years later at the age of 16 and Luna lost all hope in going on, she still went on because she would have to be killed by someone not by her hand. She goes to highschool wearing a brown wig ,blue contacts, and goes by the name Mist Nanada to hide who she really is but every now and again a demon or something well noticed that she isn't who she acts as. Luna everytime kills the demon without even trying. Luna soon grew tried of following the same motions she followed everyday and dropped out of school.
Weapons: Hand held gun, pocket knife, and spellcaster book
Other: N/A

You said sniper, that means a high-powered, long-range rifle, not magic. Besides, it's still the real world in a sense, so no magic. You can still be a part of it if you want, but you'll have to edit it. Did you actually read the main post throughly? It's humans and anthro's living underground in fear of machines. Also, use spell check.

Archur sat quietly in his tank, "Punk 7." The gunner sat next to him, ready to load it as need be and there was another man behind him, looking into a periscope. Archur had never seen combat before, other than in old newspaper photos of Afghanistan and Iraq. The tank was whistling with steam as it chugged along in it's convoy, driving up along the main tunnel that leads 50 miles up a shallow slope from the massive underground city to the surface of the planet. There were several forts built in along the sides of the tunnel, guards posted in turrets in the sides.
"What's it look like?" Archur asked the navigator.
"Normal, kiddo. How fast we goin'?" Archur checked the gauge, it read 50 miles an hour. He told the man. "Okay, well, we've only been going for about 30 minutes now, so another half an hour and you'll see the light of the sun." The man sounded like he was reminiscing about it.
"What's it like? The sun?" Archur asked.
"Like a giant, golden penny of heat. It's so bright that you'll be blinded if you look at it for even a few seconds," the man sighed.
"It sounds beautiful. I can't wait." Archur said, a bit disdained. He really wanted to taste fresh air and see the sun, natural light and feel the heat, but he was worried about what they would encounter. People hadn't been underground long enough for the half life of the nuclear fallout zones to dissipate and everyone was wearing haz-mat suits of different colors depending on their position in the army. Archur as well as anyone that was in the cavalry wore a dark green suit with a steam tank embroidered in the shoulder.
About another half an hour later, the navigator told Archur to let up on the pedal. The copper and steel tank hissed with the change of speed and then, the navigator told him to stop. Archur hit the break and the tank sputtered angrily. Everyone climbed out and Archur saw about 50 meters in front of him, light. Not from a candle or torch, but genuine light. The CO called out that the were to wait for the infantry to arrive. Another 30 minutes and they arrived, lined up in formation and awaited for orders. THe CO's huddled together and then started handing out their orders.
"Infantry first!" one called out. "Tanks follow them and Steam Suits after that!"
"We will set up camp a few miles north of the entrance. The nearest city is Salt Lake City, 100 miles away. We'll move in tomorrow, destroying any hostiles on sight." A very loud "Yes'ir" echoed in the cave. The cavalry climbed back into their tanks and Archur heard the tank CO call in via radio, the only thing even slightly electrical. It was powered by a crank so that if the machine did come alive, then all you needed to do was stop cranking it, but so far, nothing bad had happened.
"This is Punk Actual, all call signs check in," the Co ordered. Archur started cranking the radio with one hand and waited for the six tanks before him to call in before saying "Punk 7, all clear." 23 more tanks radioed in as they moved forwards.

10 minutes later, they were all at a large plains area, all the tanks were lined up in rows of three rows of 10 and the Steam Suits were lined up across from them in 2 rows of 10. Tents were lined up a few meters away and the sun was setting. Archur couldn't get enough of it, but he also wanted to see the moon and the stars. After a few hours, he fell asleep on his bed roll on top of Punk 7, listening to the sounds of the night and the other soldiers talking around a fire.

I did read it thoughly, she doesn't use any magic or any of that. She won't be using her wings seeing that she doesn't exist in the real world, so she is just an albino girl fighting along others.

Luna sat around the fire with the other soldiers, not caring to listen to what they were saying. She justed poked at the fire with a stick. She looked up at the stars, she always loved how they shined in the dark sky. She yawned and went to her tent and went to sleep.

Ok, but in the weapons section, you put spell book. If her position is going to a sniper, guess what kind of weapon she'll probably need? A sniper rifle. Just google "Pump action sniper rifles" and pick one.


A loud whir startled Archur awake. He rolled off of his bed roll, he was so startled, and hit the ground on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him for a moment. He dusted himself off and looked around. soldiers were running around shouting about an "Uncle Sam MIG." That meant something that used to be military related was flying over them, most likely with missiles. Archur looked up and saw 2 apache helicopters, both with bullet holes in the windows and decaying corpses in the cock pits, slumped against the window. A loud whoosh came from the two helicopters: missiles. Punk 24 and 25 went up in flames for a moment, pieces of metal flying everywhere, but was soon doused by the water inside that powered the vehicles. Archur jumped into Punk 7, turned it on and turned the barrel of the tank. He aimed right at one of the helicopters, which was currently hovering in place, focusing on the people running around, shooting at it. He pulled the trigger, the compressed steam propelling the shell straight towards the helicopter. It went up in a fiery shower and then chunks of metal rained upon the camp. The other helicopter was unharmed though, and Archur didn't have time to reload the barrel. He jumped out, grabbed his rifle and started launching grenades at the helicopter, trying to land one in the cockpit through the shattered glass.

Luna sat up in her bed roll form the nosies outside. She ran outside to see one of the 2 apache helicopters being shot down. She ran back in her tent and loaded up her rifle. She ran back outside and tried to help shoot down the other apache helicopter, she aimed at the main power sorce, hoping to kill it by derstoying the power that kept it going. She shot at the main power sorce twice before she broke up the metal protecter around it, but then her rifle ran out. She reloaded her rifle and shot the main power sorce and knocked the apache helicopter out of the sky.

Name: Tara O'Conly
Age:18
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Position: Custos 3600 Artillery operator
Personality: On the surface Tara seems like a sweet, kind hearted woman. At the drop of a hat though she can become a vicious, cold-hearted wench with a sarcastic, foul mouth mouth. Her mother claims that she has multiple personalities but whenever asked anything along the lines of that, Tara laughs in your face and says she's all one person. Of course that isn't a strait answer though. Most frequently though she's very kind and tends to talk a bit too much. She does know when to shut her mouth though. She's smart and listens to orders well though isn't the best strategist which is why she opted out of trying to be a leader. She isn't sugar sweet about things despite her kind nature. Whenever someone needs set straight she has no problem being the first to step up and tell them what they are doing wrong. She doesn't come across rude when doing it but she is blunt about it.
Appearance: Tara stands at 5' 6" and weighs in at around 135. She has a pudgier build but isn't fat. There are curves in all the right places for a woman. Her face is an oval shape and rather thinned out. She has shoulder length blond hair on the left side of her head but from her right temple down it's shaved. The hair she has is typically pulled back into a pony tail emphasizing the shaved side. She is always pale regardless of what happens. Tara generally wears a tight t-shirt, a pair of either black or dark green cargo pants, and ankle high shoes so she knows they'll stay on but be comfortable. On occasion she'll wear a pull on hoodie.
History: Tara had always understood what was going on. Her father had been in the military and had been killed in action during the early years of the machine takeover. Her mother hadn't known a nice way to put it though and had just told her exactly what had happened and what was going on. Her and her mother, though were not the first, were one of earliest families to be taken to the underground world. During her stay down there, she began training early to fight and deal with the machines despite her mothers protesting. She originally started off helping out the medical teams, so she has some background in medicine, she was forcefully switched out of the medical team and into another group because of her lack of control with her anger. At 16 she was trained as a regular solider but was soon enough volunteered as a artillery operator and was trained to deal with that.
Weapons: Tara always has two knives tucked down into either of her boots. Inside the boot there are custom prepped sheaths for them so she doesn't get cut though. Also, she always has a GLOCK 27 Gen4 pistol on her hip just in case something goes wrong along with her military assigned M16 rifle. (I'm not great with guns so if there is something you prefer I use with my character speak up and tell me.)
Other: n/a

That's all perfectly fine You're free to make your first post.

Archur cried out as the helicopter twirled downwards, mini gun firing the whole way. It crashed into the last three tanks, lighting up in a small series of explosions which quickly went out because of the water in the tanks.
It took a moment, but everyone calmed down after realizing the threat was gone, but no body was going back to sleep that night...

Luna staied up the rest of the night, but with her eyes close to make her other senses stronger without her sight to hold them back. She was inside her tent listening out for anyone or thing coming form a far or near by.

Tara had woken up late in the game. It had taken her quiet a while to fully wake up so she wasn’t groggy. By the time she had gotten out of her tent realizing what was going on, the first helicopter had been taken down and the second was being shot to high hell. She quickly ran over to the truck that she was assigned to, Punk 11. By the time she had climbed up into it though the second copter was going down. She stayed at her post, just to make sure that nothing else was going to come for another hour before she slowly made her way back to her tent. She did manage to get back to sleep, but by the time she had she only got a half hour. It was better than nothing in her opinion.

(I probably should have elaborated, "Punk" is the callsign for the tanks... How about Steamer for the artillery?)

The rest of the night was uneventful. In the morning, a quick breakfast was had and everybody moved out again. the convoy rumbled slowly along, not bothered by anything. Salt Lake city was still about 80 miles away after an hour of movement, mostly due to the fact that the mobile units had to keep pace with the soldiers, who were much slower. At noon, there was an hour long break.
Archur sat contentedly among the Custos Artillery drivers as well as his fellow tank operators.
"What do you guys think we'll run into once we hit the city?" he asked.
"Lots of buses, probably some real tanks, if were unlucky, there was some major construction and there'll be a crane." someone answered.
"I've never seen any of those things. Only old pictures..." Archur mused.

Tara moved around from group to group until she decided to sit down next to the driver of her truck. She came in just as someone was saying, “major construction and there'll be a crane." She then looked over to Archur as he replied to whatever driver said that he hadn’t ever seen any of them. She hadn’t either, not the construction machines. She had seen a lot of different things before: busses, cars, tanks, old phones, computers, and other such things.

“What do they look like? The construction machines I mean. I’ve heard they are sometimes vibrant colors. In the past they used to paint them bright orange and yellow as warning to people they could be dangerous.” She said looking at the man who had original mentioned the construction machines. She honestly was curious. It would be good for her to know especially seeing as she was behind one of the big guns. If she could watch out for it she might be able to hit it ahead of time.

The man was probably the oldest there, mid forties or so. He was a horse anthro to boot.
"Yep, you're right on all accounts. My dad used to operate a giant crane. Damn thing scared the hell outta me everytime he went into it, thinking it would fall. It never did though. If there were any in the city at the time everything went down the drain, it would be long knocked over by now. 36 years of rust and wind. If there is one still standing, who knows what it'll do? Maybe pick up and drop a tank. Be damned if I know," he took a drag on a cigar.
"Any you guys here even old enough to Have any stories about before?"
"I'm 36 exactly," on man piped up.
"Eh, that's no good stories though," the horse anthro, Cpr. Tenesque, said. "How about any stories about before we got moving, hmm? We have a half an hour left, who has a touching story to share?"

Luna sat in the back of the truck, keeping queit like always. She remembered her mother telling her about how her brother and father were around before all this happened, she wonder if they were alive or dead. She never met them because she wasn't born until everyone went into hiding. She looked at everyone. "Well a story that I heard about how my mother felt about having to leave my father and brother out here will do?" She never showed any emotions so it was easy for her to talk about what has happened to her family.

Tara blinked and looked over at the girl sitting in the back of the truck. She honestly hadn't even noticed her until she had spoken up. Tara hadn't been going to say anything personally. There wasn't much she wanted to share with all these people nor any stores that she experienced or had heard. She looked at a man sitting a few feet away from her right. He had been going to say something but clammed up with the girl said something. "I don't see why not." Tara said seeing as no one else was really answering the girl.